Mexican Sushi is special. No raw fish, just fried shrimp or smoked salmon. Soy sauce has lime juice in it (like ponzu, almost). Philadelphia cheese, pineapple, and chipotle sauce are found on most rolls.

And yet…I love it. It’s such a wonderful bastardization of something I’m used to eating in San Francisco.

We’ve been in Acapulco for a wedding between a couple of pup’s friends…which just ended.

Big wedding. They had everything. Heavily armed security check-points, telenovela stars and writers I didn’t recognize, 8-hours of very sentimental speeches in rapid/confusing Spanish, incredible food, the soundtrack from Pixar’s UP…and fireworks. Perhaps last night was a test run. They were gorgeous.

It’s in the triple digits here. I thought I was smart wearing a patterned shirt to the wedding so my sweat wouldn’t show through…it lasted about five minutes before I had wet creases everywhere.